Frankenstein is a tale with a contradictory presence. Recognized by many as the first science fiction novel, it treds boldly onto new ground, while proclaiming caution in the voice of a now-forgotten past. Simultaneously, Shelley’s story resonates with today’s readers, and rings with relevance in the hearts of would-be traditionalists, modern-day skeptics of the modern day itself. The passions of man lead him, in the pursuit of perfection and glory, instead into the dark recesses of his soul, and with guile turns his head from what is honorable and begs that his gut hunger for more than is perhaps meant to be possible. The curiosity of the human creature transforms him from humble, happy beast into god-with-a-lower-case-g, incapable by nature of fulfilling his deistic duties. This trial and failure seems to be the inescapable, undeniable destiny of man. Shelley suggests that we ought to stand in awe of the majesty of nature, find satisfaction in service, and develop an appreciation for the simple pleasures afforded to life as a human being. Shelley asks the reader to recognize the impossibility of intellectual satiation, and to take each careful step into the unknown with respect for the ultimate, intending only to understand and never to overcome.